A man of many Odysseys, Paul Hartal is a Canadian poet, writer and artist born in Szeged, Hungary. His recent volume of cognitive and lyric poems, The Sinuosity of Straight Passions, was published in 2013 by Finishing Line Press (Georgetown, KY) . The author’s critically acclaimed books include Postmodern Light (poetry,2006) , Love Poems (2004) , The Kidnapping of the Painter Miró ... more »
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Paul Hartal Poems
She was not really sick, nor severely ill; only taut, tense, tired, anxious and stressed. But when she asked the doctor for help he had swiftly prescribed her the pill:
They Come in Seven Sexes
An old wing of the university housed the laboratory. She passed through a narrow corridor oozing the autumn moisture
Haiku with Oxymoron
Science and Ethics
Science flies the triumphal banners of magnificent human accomplishments. Mind you, among many other things, it provides us with antibiotics, electricity
The Silence Of Love
You talk not about your love, For the greatest love May envelop itself In a lacy veil of serene secrecy.
Oranges and Grapes
Oranges and grapes refuse to grow in the cold. Today I sing and dance, refuse to grow old. Yet all the same, time is tyrant and ruthless, Unfolds my wrinkling years, it is relentless.
The Origin of Creation
Endangered Species: The moon
Dear Moon, Old faithful friend of lovers and romantics, you are our nearest celestial body,
A Tanka on Life
While life is about love, family, fun and joy, learning and service; we live it as if it were
The Seven Shortest Poems In The World
Thought: Brain Train
I ascend the serpentine path to the mountain the windy summit of the grand ridge glistens. I scale magic steps to the clouds, tinted eosin, a gold sun walks in the blue sky and listens.
Dove of Peace
Peace is more than the absence of war, more than the enforced decorum
Punic Tragedy, Roman Genocide
It did not matter what the subject was. Each time that the Roman statesman Cato the Elder rose to speak, he ended it with these words: 'Also, I think Carthage must be destroyed'.
Survival of the Kindest -new-
I attended once a lecture Of a distinguished scholar Who posed this question: “When there is no reason to be good,
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She was not really sick, nor severely ill;
only taut, tense, tired, anxious and stressed.
But when she asked the doctor for help
he had swiftly prescribed her the pill:
from a sedative class category, valium
or diazepam, dissolving anxiety, attending
to her panic attacks, enabling her unbending,
relaxing at last her nerves and atrium.
But it did not take too long for her to get
addicted to the devious tranquilizer drug.
She lost her appetite, she felt dizzy and tight;
her anxiety back, she woke up shaking in sweat.
Primum non nocere, oh ...